The detour was more tedious than I had imagined.
The mountain road was rugged and overgrown with thorns, and the two big shots were wearing ill-fitting clothes and extremely uncomfortable sneakers.
He walked with a limp, unsteady gait, his face growing increasingly sour.
To make matters worse, a primal feeling belonging to the mortal body that they had long forgotten for hundreds of years began to fiercely counterattack!
Hunger and exhaustion!
When they had cultivated their powers, they had already abstained from grains, subsisting on wind and dew, and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was enough to sustain their lives. Occasionally, they would consume spiritual fruits and immortal wines, but only for the sake of satisfying their appetites or to enhance their cultivation.
The body is constantly nourished by spiritual energy, and fatigue is almost non-existent.
But now, with its spiritual energy depleted and its dantian empty, the body that had been forcibly pulled back into a "mortal" state began to protest frantically.
First was Ling Qingxue. As she walked, she suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness. Her vision went slightly black, and she stumbled. Fortunately, she managed to grab a tree in time to avoid falling.
A vague, agonizing feeling spread from her stomach, causing her to clutch her lower abdomen in extreme discomfort.
Next was Ye Meier. She was already more exhausted, and now her legs felt as heavy as lead. Her breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead (not from fear, but from exhaustion).
A strong instinct to replenish her energy made her subconsciously lick her slightly dry lips.
"Hey, you hypocrite, aren't you hungry?"
Ye Meier couldn't help but speak first, her voice carrying a hint of weakness and awkwardness that she herself didn't realize.
Ling Qingxue forced herself to stand up straight, maintaining her icy tone:
"Hmph, how can mere gluttony disturb my Daoist resolve?"
However, no sooner had she finished speaking than her stomach let out a clear "gurgle~~".
The sound wasn't loud, but it stood out starkly in the quiet mountain forest.
The air froze instantly.
Ling Qingxue's pretty face turned bright red instantly, all the way to her ears. She lowered her head abruptly, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground!
Utter disgrace!
This is an utter disgrace!
"Pfft—Hahaha!"
Ye Meier was taken aback at first, then burst into a deafening laugh, laughing so hard she nearly choked.
"Oh my! A cold and aloof fairy?"
Untouched by worldly concerns? With a steadfast Daoist heart?
Hahaha! Is your Daoist heart growling from hunger? You're killing me with laughter!
Zhang Shaozhong watched in trepidation, fearing that Ling Qingxue, in her shame and anger, would act recklessly again, so he quickly tried to smooth things over:
"We're hungry! That's normal! We're all hungry! We've walked such a long way!"
He quickly turned to the other hikers who had also stopped.
"Hey guys, did you bring any food? Can you share some with us? We'll pay you back double when we get down the mountain!"
"Yes, yes, yes! You can't go hiking without bringing some food!"
An enthusiastic boy immediately took off his backpack and pulled out several packets of compressed biscuits and several bottles of mineral water.
"Let's fill our stomachs with this first; it'll keep us full for a while!"
He handed over the cookies and water.
Zhang Shaozhong naturally accepted the gifts with profuse thanks, and first gave each of the two big shots with complicated expressions a pack of biscuits and a bottle of water.
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier looked at each other, their faces filled with suspicion and disdain, holding the colorful, light "rations" and the strange, transparent "bottle".
What is this?
Ling Qingxue pinched the packet of compressed biscuits between her fingertips as if she were handling something dirty, her brows furrowed tightly.
"So flimsy, how can it fill one's stomach? And this pattern... so gaudy, could it be poisonous?"
She looked at Zhang Shaozhong suspiciously.
Night Enchantress, meanwhile, was pinching and prying at the mineral water bottle, trying to open it:
"This transparent glass bottle is quite peculiar. Why is it sealed so tightly? How can it be opened? Is it filled with 'rootless water'? It looks clear, but who knows if it's been poisoned?"
She habitually thinks with a demonic mindset that questions everything.
Zhang Shaozhong was utterly speechless and had no choice but to demonstrate it himself.
He picked up a bag of cookies, ripped open the packaging with a ripping sound, revealing grayish, square cookie pieces inside, then took a crunchy bite and mumbled:
"Look, just like this, tear it open and eat! It's not poisonous! It's very filling! This is called a compressed biscuit!"
He picked up the water bottle again, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a large mouthful:
"Water, drink it directly! It's clean! Just turn it on!"
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier watched him eat "sweetly" and drink "happily," and they were skeptical.
Hunger struck again, and Ling Qingxue's stomach growled at an inopportune moment. Her face turned even redder, and she gritted her teeth. In the end, she imitated Zhang Shaozhong and clumsily and carefully tore open the cookie packaging.
Looking at the unassuming, even slightly gritty cookie, she hesitated for a long time, then closed her eyes and, as if taking poison, took a tiny, very light bite.
It's dry and rough on the palate, with a bland taste and an indescribable industrial flavor.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Ling Qingxue coughed lightly twice, choked by the dry texture, and her brows furrowed even more.
"It's coarse and tasteless, lacking any spiritual essence, and even inferior to the lowest-grade steamed buns in the mortal world!"
On the other side, Ye Meier also struggled to unscrew the bottle cap. She first sniffed the water cautiously, and only after confirming that it was colorless and odorless did she take a very careful sip.
"Bland and tasteless! It's nowhere near as good as mountain spring water!"
She commented with disdain, but still couldn't resist taking another small sip to moisten her parched throat.
As for the compressed biscuits, she took one bite and immediately spat them out:
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